Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Xodus, artist - X-Clan. Date of issue: 19.01.2015
Song language: English
Xodus |
| Come one, come all. We have the elixir that cures all that ails you |
| Traveling the four corners of the road. Straight from the well, as it |
| Pointed the hill the remnant to your hell (?). Come, Yahweh! Come |
| Joshua! Come, David! Confrontation with the soul has come! |
| In the ways of God! |
| Xodus, feel the vibes of the wrath of God! |
| Spoke the biological are God, one |
| Systematic terror, that’s forever |
| Big Lord shredder, legendary weed getter |
| The dark president, the dark sun resident |
| Will give more reason to impeach a president |
| And all the puppets in the other square lay |
| Supporting three Ks and Amerikkka can wait |
| So now a brother bears fruits and herbs |
| Cause apples pie’s toxic, it slurs my words |
| And how could I reach a Black nation? |
| The vibration, sensations, like that! |
| Is that a combat? And either pimp slap? |
| There’s other missionaries who would have me off track |
| But heed is a lead is a positive sin |
| And you can’t you can’t stop me, so let’s stop your grin |
| So prepare your mind like a A to the M |
| From the Genesis to the Revelations and |
| Here comes the kick of the Xodus riff |
| It goes a little something like this, check it out: |
| 1−2-3 and a 3−2-1 |
| Here comes the rhythm of the warrior’s dun |
| Shut out the mind to the God Te-Hun |
| As we begin with the warrior’s flex |
| Yeah! |
| Fee to the Fi and Fo to the Fum! |
| I smell the game of four wicked mortal men |
| Try to play my mind, try to play me humdrum |
| But now it gets dumb, and here comes the sum |
| More and more and more, and this loud cry, «Free» |
| Siggy-siggy glance and the |
| Now my attitude is worse than an AK |
| Clip never stopping when it’s time to kick or spray! |
| I jiggy-jiggy-jiggy-judge a brother won’t budge |
| Now kick it to the middle, cause that’s how you get 'em |
| Now, God, now what’s a brother do? |
| I try to keep my patience, but now I’m out the truth |
| One-Zero, now I crew shoed |
| Bad attitude cause I have enough food |
| Next days, they try to condemn me |
| But, yo, I’d just be me as it remains it will be |
| Friggy way these verbs stick the whole nine |
| Part of the thighs of the cosmic child |
| Got your clean cut American |
| Strictly African, my look is terrorism |
| What’s the seravist, don’t call me Communist! |
| I’m just a bro'! |
| Not New Jack or Joe |
| And Freedom or Death, this means I’m going for broke |
| It means my life is my death |
| My attitude should reflect |
| I met a dude, the cosmic god |
| All father respect |
| The Xodus! Come forward, young black. What ails you? You say the |
| Value in your system rejects to feeling outrage? Take a sip. Ah! Feel |
| The surge. The red! The black! The green! Through your veins to your |
| Heart, come stomp with me! |
| Back from the peak of Heaven, the depths of Hell |
| If you feel voodoo, and here’s my spell |
| To teach my people, and, Yes, rock well |
| And very, very black |
| I hear some niggas talking 'bout they’ll paint the White House black |
| I’d blow the sucker up and pressure on the attack |
| And Frontline, you’ll find, the government swine |
| Find themselves caught up in a bind |
| But when will you figure |
| A vibe in a vigour |
| A pro-Black nigga, Black nigga, Black nigga! |
| Or would you ask me if I’m a humanist? |
| Or down with Swiss Miss or anyone from the abyss? |
| We’re down to the core |
| I can’t take it no more! |
| With no legend or |
| Almost prove law |
| With no funny moves for the earthly residents |
| Cause Dark Sun Riders were firmly handling |
| So, on to the school of common sense |
| In God we trust, the Xodus |
| Come diddy-dum. To the flag: the red the black and the green! Ah! |
| Alafia (?) and do good. Tu-tah and mallah (?), da-da. Peace! |